Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.